Elite (Eagle Elite) (7 page)

“I’ll take her,” Chase mumbled.

“You’re going to do it? Really?”

“Just let me do it.” Chase held out his arms. I was being transferred. That was a good thing, right? I mean, Chase gave me boots!

Chase mumbled something under his breath as he carried me to a waiting car. He gently placed me in the front seat and drove off. I tried not to nod off, but it was hard. And Chase kept mumbling something like, “…Can’t believe she’s pushed him this far. What is Nixon thinking?”

That was the last thing I remembered until everything went black.

****

A loud bell ringing woke me up. Apparently I had been run over by a truck the night before. I remembered the party, and then I remembered drinking something from Phoenix. He looked hot last night, and then Chase? Had Chase been there?

The bell rang again. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Where was I? I felt comfortable, like I was in my bed, but it wasn’t my bed.

Oh no.

I jolted upright and noticed the room was masculine. Definitely not my room. I didn’t do anything though. I had all my clothes on, my body felt fine. Well, other than the pounding of my head. I quickly grabbed my jacket and bolted out of the room.

The guys’ dorm. Of course. At least nobody was there to witness my shame. And then one by one, doors to the hall opened, and guys poked their heads out.

“Ah! He bagged another one! Go Tim!” A guy shouted, and then a giant wall of muscles greeted me via the bathroom. The guy was Asian with killer golden eyes and an even greater smile. I gulped.

“Tim bagged the new girl!” Someone else shouted.

I tried to get by the guy, but he kept blocking me.

“What is your problem?”

He smirked and leaned in so close I could smell his toothpaste. “What baby? No good morning kiss from the guy you spent the night with?”

Anger and shame washed over me simultaneously. I didn’t do that. I would never do that! My eyes darted to all the guys around me. They were high-fiving and texting, and of course taking picture of me. Great.

“Get the hell away from me!” I pushed against his muscled chest. But he only pulled me closer. I struggled out of his grasp, mainly because he let me get free, and jogged down the hall only to find the door to the main lobby already open. And there stood Phoenix waiting. Chase was by his side.

As well as about one hundred other males from the dorm.

I launched myself on Phoenix, but Chase blocked my way. “Let it go, Trace.”

“You son of a bitch! Why would you do that to me?”

Phoenix smirked. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much next time.”

Chase released me. His eyes were sad, but I didn’t care. I charged out of the lobby to the sound of guys screaming and calling me a whore.

By the time I reached my dorm, tears were streaming down my face. I checked my pocket for my key card.

It was gone.

I guess I’d already used my one elevator ride anyways. I jogged up the stairs, sweating by the time I reached the third floor.

And, to my utter horror and humiliation, I was welcomed by several girls clapping. “Way to go, New Girl, bagging the quarterback of the football team. Well done!”

“What a slut!” another girl yelled. “Tim has a girlfriend! Who does that?”

I choked back sobs as I reached my door, and pushed it open. Thank God it wasn’t locked.

Monroe was still sleeping.

I didn’t know if I wanted to wake her. I didn’t know if I wanted to tell her. I paced the room five times before finally making the decision.

“Monroe.” I sobbed. “Please wake up! Please!”

She jolted awake and then cursed. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Oh you know, getting my brains screwed by the quarterback of the football team.” I didn’t even try to hold the tears in as I collapsed on her bed and told her the whole story or at least what I remember of it.

“Are you sure?” she asked when I was finished.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you sure you didn’t just drink too much and leave with Tim?”

“Yes!” I shouted. “Why don’t you believe me? Why doesn’t anyone believe me!”

“Whoa, calm down.” Monroe stood and yawned. “I’ll talk to Nixon, he’ll fix it.”

“He won’t.” Dread filled my stomach until I thought I was going to puke. “He told me he was done protecting me.”

“Come again?”

“We kind of made a wager…”

Monroe threw something against the wall. “Why the hell would you make a deal with the devil?”

“He provoked me!” I yelled.

“Wow…” Monroe paced in front of me. “Well, at least you don’t have to face any of them during lunch time that would be… catastrophic.”

Crap. Crap. Crap. “I kind of lost my access card.”

Monroe slumped to the floor. “Girl, I hate to be the one to say this, but you are totally and completely screwed.”

I nodded. I knew it was true. And I hated that I had to face all those people today.

“How do I eat?”

“I’ll think of something, okay?” She bit her lip. “It’s just the only one who has passes is Nixon. I’ll bring it up to Tex and see what he says.”

Great. Who the hell gave him the keys to the world?

“Look, just get ready for school, and we’ll sort it out this afternoon, okay?” Monroe threw me a granola bar and started getting dressed. I could do this. I could face a whole bunch of my peers. What could they do? Stab me?

Chapter
Nine

It was official. I hated college. It was bad enough walking into the classroom to everyone snickering in my direction. I slumped as low in my seat as I could without falling off my chair and flashing everyone my underwear, solidifying my reputation as a hussy.

Nixon walked in. For the first time in two days I wanted him to pay attention to me. I wanted him to walk over to my desk and say our wager was stupid. I wanted that damn access card. In fact, I would kill for the one elevator ride a week, and I’d only been in school for five minutes.

“Today we’re going to work in teams.” He began handing out sheets of paper. “I know many of you are familiar with Settlers of Catan. It’s a board game where you are in charge of your own country and you sell and trade with other countries. It’s more complicated than that, but today I want you to form your own countries. Each of you has something someone else needs, whether it be oil, wheat, or even land. You will barter with team members in order to build your own country. Come up with a flag and a team motto. You have the rest of the class period.”

Sounded easy enough. He handed me the paper. I noticed there weren’t any names assigned on it.

“I raised my hand.”

“Yes, Farm Girl?”

Rolling my eyes I asked as nicely as possible, “Aren’t the teams assigned?”

People snickered as if I had just asked the dumbest question in the world.

Nixon didn’t snicker, nor did he smile. “Nope, you work with groups. So pick a group and work with them.”

“Any group?”

“Any group,” he snapped.

Okay, I grabbed my sheet of paper and approached the three people to my right. “Hey, can I work with—”

“—We don’t work with whores.” The blonde girl flipped her hair and then gave me the bird. Lovely.

I walked toward the back of the classroom where the guy who was drinking during class sat with his group. “Do you guys possibly have room for one more?”

The guy opened his flask taking a big swig and then wiped his mouth with his jacket. “Yeah, we’re totally into threesomes, aren’t we?” He looked at the other girl in his group and high-fived her.

Tears threatened again.

I hated this school.

I hated stupid Phoenix and Nixon and Chase and everyone!

With a steadying breath I marched to the front of the room and politely waited for Nixon to notice me. He was reading some crazy long book in a different language. Boring.

“What can I do for you, Trace?” His eyes didn’t leave the book.

“The groups won’t take me.”

“Then I guess you fail.”

I gasped. “It’s not my fault...”

“Ah, there’s the excuse I was looking for.” This time his eyes met mine. “This is the real world, Trace. You can’t just tattle on the mean kids in class. Nobody wants you to be in their group? Be in the group anyways. Make them notice you, make them pay attention. Now, run along.”

Part of me was shocked at the truth of his statement, while the other part wanted to smack him on the head with that super large book and then burst into tears.

I fisted the paper in my hand and marched toward the back of the room again. “The third part of the threesome is here. Let’s get started.”

The students around me looked shocked and then, surprisingly, we began working on our project. I looked back at Nixon. He was watching me intently, and then he nodded just once and went back to his book.

By the time class was finished some of my embarrassment had left me. I walked down the hall with a purpose, despite the mean stares and snickers around me. Monroe waved me over from one of the windows. I still had five minutes before history so I went over to her.

“So, how was class?” Monroe took a long sip of coffee.

“Bad. Then worse, then… surprisingly better.”

She exhaled in relief. “Good. I was worried about you.”

“Thanks.”

“Sister,” Nixon said from behind us.

“Lucifer,” she greeted coldly.

I didn’t want to turn around, but my body made me. It was like I couldn’t help but ask for trouble.

“Please tell, Farm Girl to stop looking at us,” Nixon said coldly. “Why was he pissed? I was the one who was taken advantage of! And all because he wanted to prove how important he was!”

I quickly averted my eyes and bit my tongue to keep from saying something offensive.

My eyes fell on all the students around us. They were watching and waiting, and I was getting sicker and sicker by the minute.

“Thanks for… this,” Monroe said.

“I’m doing it for you. Not for her,” came Nixon’s reply. “Wouldn’t want anyone uncomfortable.”

I flinched.

Monroe grabbed my hand and placed an access card in it. Somehow it didn’t feel right that she would be afraid of her own brother. But then again maybe this was just how things worked in her family.

Within seconds all four pairs of shiny boots left my line of vision and marched down the hall. I gulped and looked at the access card.

It was red.

I flipped it over, but there was no bar code.

“What is this?” I asked Monroe. She was putting on lip gloss and practically ignoring me, but then again she did have a short attention span.

“It’s all I could do, Boots. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell him you lost yours, so I came up with another story to tell Tex and Phoenix. Nixon doesn’t like irresponsibility. He’s a control freak like that. At any rate, at least you can eat.” She patted my shoulder and walked off.

I knew by then that in order to see what lunch you were, you had to type in the code on back into the school web program, but there was no code!

Ugh. I decided to worry about it at lunch.

By the time lunch came, I was so hungry I was ready to throw the card at Nixon’s head.

I walked toward the lunch room, hoping my card would work. I swiped it through the door to the cafeteria, nothing.

I swiped it again.

And again nothing.

I kept swiping until finally a little red alarm went off. Oh great.

“Need help?” I looked up to see Chase’s blue eyes piercing into mine. I still wasn’t sure if I liked him or hated him.

“You could say that.”

“Here.” He held out his hand. I slapped the card into it and waited for him to swipe it. Instead he put it in his pocket and grabbed my arm leading me down the opposite hallway.

A small door said
The Red Room
.

“Is this hell?” I asked in a small voice. Because on the opposite end was that super fancy restaurant. I didn’t even want to know what was in here.

“Not exactly.” Chase gave me a sad smile. “But it’s best to be seen and not heard in here, you get it?”

Terrified, I could only nod as he swiped my card. The red light went off and the door clicked open. “Good luck, Trace. And for the record. It will get better.”

“Right.” My chin trembled as I gathered my card and walked into the dark room.

It didn’t look so bad. Until my eyes adjusted and I noticed something was very wrong about where I was.

“Fresh meat,” a girl purred beside me. I jerked away and kept walking toward an empty table. I smelled food, but I didn’t see any food anywhere.

People whispered in low voices but for the most part nobody paid attention to me. I sat at the table and looked at the menu.

All the options were for vegans. Great. No meat. Damn you, Nixon.

When the waiter came and took my order I nearly cried. Something about a tofu burger was just so wrong after being brought up around cows.

I checked my cell for messages. Nothing. Not even from Monroe.

Lunch officially sucked. People were talking about me. I had no friends, and I couldn’t eat meat. To make matters worse the only free table was smack dab in the middle of the cafeteria, meaning I was on display for all to see.

I waited for my meal.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally the bell rang.

The waiter arrived with a large platter and took the top off of the plate.

No food. Only a note that said “Moo. Maybe if you ate less, Tim wouldn’t complain about how terrible you were in bed.”

The tears came then. Full force. I was already the type of girl that got really moody when I couldn’t eat. The waiter had already disappeared.

I was going to be late for class.

The rest of the day slipped by. My only companion was the growling in my stomach. And yes I was aware how pathetic I was being. I was actually quite thrilled to be invisible considering the happenings of this morning.

And then Lucifer decided to make an appearance. It was like he appeared out of thin air. I mean, I guess I was looking at the ground. But still, the minute my eyes snapped up, there he was — icy stare full of beautiful sin.

I sighed and put my hand out on my jutted hip.